Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

But Indeed An Old Religious Uncle Of Mine Taught Me To Speak, Who Was In His Youth An Inland Man; One That Knew Courtship Too Well, For There He Fell In Love. I Have Heard Him Read Many Lectures Against It; And I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched With So Many Giddy Offenses As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Sex Withal.

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.